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THE MISSION OF BEAUTY 



THE MISSION OF BEAUTY 



A POEM 



By CARLETON SPRAGUE 



1905 

THE MATTHEWS-NORTHRUP WORKS 
BUFFALO, N. Y. 






Copyright, 1905, 
Bv Carleton Sprague 



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NOTE 



THIS POEM IS PRINTED AT THE REQUEST 
OF THE THURSDAY CLUB, BUFFALO. 






I 
BEAUTY 

II 

NATURE 

III 

LIFE 

IV 
MIND 

V 

ART 

VI 

IMMORTALITY 



BEAUTY 

O, subtle touch divine, 

Caress of God, 
His hand laid lightly 

On the wakening world. 
His word soft spoken 

Unto awed mankind : 
Beauty, 

Thou tender mantle Nature weaves 
For all her tenderer moods, 

Protecting mantle Nature wears 
In all her sterner ways: 

Thou revelation clear, 
God's pledge to earth 

That life is not in vain, — 
Along thy healing paths 

Direct our steps, 
Open our weary eyes 

That we may clearly see, 
Speak! and thy language 

Make us understand. 
Enter our hearts 

And therein kindly dwell. 



II 

NATURE 

In lavish splendor through His worlds, 

In infinite variety, 
Redeeming beauty reigns 

And naught in Nature lacks. 

In grains of dust invisible; 

In stern heights piling heavenward; 
In pencil touch on throat and wing; 

In sweeping strokes of sunset hues; 
In blue arched dome of summer noon; 

In deep blue dome of summer night. 
Whose silent, age defying stars 

Deny our mute, unspoken cry 
For light, more light, 

Ere we too die! 
And on and on 

The great, still harmony rolls, 
And the morning breaks. 

And the big, hot sun 
Restores, renews, and answers — 

Life, more Life! 



[ '- ] 

In secret petals 

Mountain grown in chasms inaccessible; 
In gardens where the single rose 

With sheen of circling dove competes; 
In forests deep, dark, murmuring 

With whisperings of the night; 
In lacework of wide spreading trees. 

Pale moonlight filtering through 
And sparkling on sad Evening's tears 

The gently fallen dew; 
In bending, sighing, storm rocked pines. 

That catch the music of the winds. 
And rearing high their crested tops 

Sing in earth's symphony of sound; 
In myriad moss and lichen forms 

That carpet earth's untrodden ways. 
Where dwells a marvellous insect world. 

Unknown, unseen, that wondrous life, 
That counterpart of fairyland; 

In every growing, life stirred thing; 
In every beat of every wing; 



[ ^3 ] 

In poise of startled, listening deer; 

In glistening rush of gleaming fish 
That thread the many mooded sea, — 

Now sunlit, trackless, blue and mild, 
Now surging, dark, relentless, wild, — 

Eternal mother in whose heart 
All waters find their final goal; 

In cool, secluded mountain lakes. 
Where live again in azure hues 

The grassy shores and rocks and hills, 
And high set peaks of mountain land; 

In hurrying, sparkling, forest streams 
That add their constant tribute 

To the deep, wide river, — 
Flowing now, in placid stream. 

By well tilled shores. 
Now torn in steep, and rock strewn bed. 

With flashing, broken spray tossed high, — 
Now, seeming poised, — 

As suddenly. 
With swift, relentless, sweeping rush, 

It falls with palpitating roar, 
Far down the sheer cut precipice, 

And carves its course through canyons deep 
Down to the mighty inland lakes, 

Down to the ocean's outstretched arms, 
To lose itself, at last, far off, 

In the engulfing sea; 



[ H ] 

In fertile valleys forest bound, 

Where gleams the green of succulent spring; 
In fertile prairies golden toned, 

Their wide spread acres lost to view 
In shimmering growth of harvest suns, — 

Those fertile lands, where, year by year, 
Is writ, as on a fading scroll. 

In track of furrow, tramp of feet. 
The story of man's husbandry; 

The crop is garnered, cold and frost 
Erase the story of the toil, — 

The spirit of the conqueror 
Survives the generation through! 



[ ^s ] 

O, endless wealth of loveliness 

So lavished on our blinded view, 
Our halting words inadequate 

Fail utterly to speak thy due; 
We live our little span, constrained 

By limits set beyond our will, 
We fail, and fall, and fear, and hope 

With inward view, nor see until 
We raise our gaze, then meets the eye 

The bow that God has set on high. 



Ill 

LIFE 

The miracle the first man saw 

In endless repetition we too see, 
But appreciation due 

In long familiarity is lost; 
Wise Nature's law, affinity, 

Love, union, birth, 
The seed, the soil, the sun, 

The gentle rain from heaven. 
The miracle and mystery of kindled life! 

These wonders on a sudden 
Burst upon our view. 

And all life's beauty thrills us through 
With throbs of happiness and awe. 

Uplifts the sympathetic mood 
And bears the soul on outstretched wings 

Aloft to regions high of larger view. 
Aloft to regions vast of understanding mind. 



[ i8 ] 

Our vision clears, the Spirit hovers near; 

We see it rest upon true lovers' vows ; 
Upon pure love 

We see it press its precious kiss 
To consecrate a new life's dawn; 

It glorifies the mother's eyes 
That confident the future view, 

Wherein she sees that nestling form 
With virtue, goodness, wisdom clad, 

A fearless, conquering, well girt knight, 
Redressing wrong, upholding right. 

The victor 
Crowned at honor's goal. 

Rejoice! O, winners in the race. 
And every laurel leaf rejoice! 

And every vein of every leaf. 
And every vein of every stem. 

The Spirit folds you in her wings! 
Those wings that touch the maiden's face 

And softly wave her sunlit hair, 
And gently sweep her graceful form 

So subtly moulded, hand of man, 
With brush and chisel, vainly strives 

To cast in more enduring mould. 
Fair attitude and vision fair. 

Thy fortune is the future's bond; 
Men kneel before thy shrine and pray 

For worthiness, for purity, 
For absolution and for thee; 

Goddess adored, vision supreme, 
The world grows dark and cold 

While they, in all unworthy 
Save in love. 

Trembling and faint, cowards to hear. 
From ice to fire 

Leap at thy soft spoke word. 



[ '9 ] 

We see it in the radiant face 

Of budding manhood 
Looking out along life's pathway but begun ; 

His manly vigor shines and glows 
With every muscle well in tune, 

And all the complicated scheme 
Of marvelous structure 

Beats and bends 
In unison complete and weird 

To the controlling mind; 
And every mountain looks a hill, 

And widest rivers, tiny brooks. 
And densest forests, pleasant glades. 

And fiercest beasts and birds seem tame; 
And all the yawning gulfs are bridged, 

And every man stands forth to lend 
A helping hand along the way, 

Along the way where flowers grow. 
No wonder 

All the gods are young. 
No wonder 

God is made a man, 
The perfect man has lived, — 

Was God! 



[ 2°] 

We see it in strong purposed men, 

The product of the life matured, 
Through face revealed 

Where conquering strength 
Has set the print of victory ; 

All fallen foes forgiven are, 
The summit stands in clear outline. 

Strong, well poised, sure. 
Trained and controlled, 

Revered, respected, resolute 
To listen, answer, and to act; 

The crisis rises, lesser men 
Stand trembling, pale, inadequate, 

Dreading the future's unknown fate, 
Powerless to think, to speak, to do; 

Then stands he forth 
And hope is bred. 

And craven fear retreats, abashed, 
And sullen envy reason learns. 

And discontent to reason turns, 
In wise and generous leadership 

An honorable peace is born; 
While by his side, 

Hand strong in hand, 
A woman wise sustains, upholds, 

A woman counsels, cares, consoles. 



[ ^I ] 

Ah, Love, 

Upon the altar of thy happiness 
This day, dear heart, 

Once more 
I consecrate my love for thee ; 

For all the treasure of thy constant love, 
Which year by year, unstintingly, 

Thou givest me so far beyond my due, 
I only bring the tribute of my love; 

Wherein this gladdens thee, 
Wherein it adds in any way 

To thy dear life, which, day by day, 
I watch unfold, expand, and open to my view 

The fruits of all thy well spent years, 
The fruits of thy maturing mind. 

Thy goodness, wisdom, charity. 
Unselfishness and self restraint. 

Thy sweetness and thy modesty. 
Therein, dear, am I glad; 

And always when I fail, dear heart. 
To be 

That which thy love 
Has made it possible 

For me to be, 
Then in thy charity, 

Once more forgive. 
And of thy treasure 

Give me yet again. 



[ ^^ ] 

Old Age The shadows lengthen, day declines, 

From out the hush 
A wondrous stillness reigns, 

From out the dusk 
A wondrous peace prevails; 

An influence benign 
O'er hill and vale serenely rests ; 

Breathless, suspended. 
Evening-tide, calm and content, 

Aw^aits the enfolding night; 
The boisterous winds 

Have sped to brighter suns 
Their flying steeds; 

The mounting clouds, in dark dismay. 
In heaven's far confines huddled, 

Hide their disastrous breath; 
The chariots of the sun 

Beyond earth's borders flee, 
Summoning new lands to life 

And warmth and stern activity. 
Enthroned in age, — 

Before the darkness falls, — 
O, Spirit, 

Hear our prayer on bended knee; 
Thy crown of peace be ours, 

Wrought from the gold of pure desires. 
Studded with gems of good accomplishment. 

Untarnished by the breath of all unworthiness. 
Strong in the interwoven strands 

Of charity for all. 
Peace and good will to men. 



[ ^3 ] 

Death From earth to leaf, 

To earth and ash ; 
The sword suspended falls, 

The golden thread gives way, 
The tiny flame burns dim and fails; 

The final dreaded mystery 
Stands out before the expectant soul; 

O, Spirit, 
Childlike make ouf final sleep ; 

The key is thine, — 
Against the greater knowledge 

Rises the portal vast, — 
Rare spirits forge the key, 

The key is love ; 
Strong in the strength of it. 

Borne on the wings of it. 
Step the undaunted 

Forth 
Into the dark. 



IV 
MIND 

Out of the whirl of worlds, 

Out of the hand of time, 
Order evolved; 

Out of the birth of man, 
Out of the rise of man, 

Law of his life; 
Out of the grain of sense 

Man's highest recompense 
Reasoning mind; 

God, Thou hast ordered it. 
Thine is the law of it. 

Beauty the awe of it 
Thine be the praise. 



[ ^6] 

Limitless, eternal, 

Space bounded by space. 
Age piling on age, endlessly, 

Vastness inconceivable, infinite 
Hot whirling nebulae. 

Mother of suns. 
Parent of planets, 

Set in fixed courses. 
Turned to the harmony 

Of plans eternal: 
Birth of great teeming lands, 

Molten and barren : 
Birth of wide waters. 

Seething and vaporous : 
Age of the giant plants, 

Age of the monster life ; — 
Step rising on step 

Higher yet higher; 
Man last in all the scale, 

Pausing an age, — 
God's moment, — 

Waiting a destiny 
Felt in rare hours. 

Low whispered prescience 
Of loftier life. 



[ 27 ] 

The winter passes, magic powers 

In silence stir all slumbering life, 
The potent bud unfolds and flowers 

To leaf and fruit, and branch and stem; 
And bird calls bird, and bee seeks blossom. 

And every timid, wild born thing. 
By appetite and instinct led. 

Pursues the way of fate ordained. 



[ ^8;] 

Amidst these moving marvels 

Man 
Alone perceives and understands, 

Alone in his high heritage 
The privilege of Mind. 

Born to an unstable grasp 
Of a short allotted day, 

Cast out on existence's sea, 
Saved by that one attribute, — 

Power from a source supreme, — 
Man divinely justified 

For his right to be. 
Secrets of life's hidden wonders 

Slowly to his mind unfold. 
Glimpses of the mighty power 

Which shall lead the race to truth 
Spirit of the law of beauty 

Thine the star to light the v/ay, 
In thy fair and perfect image 

Man shall test his right to live. 



[^9] 

Into his hands committed earth's millions, 

Generation following generation 
Time without end; 

Out of his hands flowing 
World weal for woe; 

Reason succeeding instinct, 
Order quelling riot; 

Out of the seething mass 
Of men savage, men lustful, men brutal, 

Out of their envy, out of their hate. 
His to evolve order and tolerance. 

Justice and temperance, liberty and peace, 
Laws for the common good; 

His to evolve charity and patience, 
Benevolence and mercy. 

Virtue and the sacrifice of self; 
Wise government of united peoples. 

Honesty and chastity, 
The joy of work, the joy of play. 



[ 30 ] 

Nature the prodigal, — 

Millions unfruitful, — 
One seed to beauty flowers, 

One man in wisdom blooms; 
Rose begot of seed excelling, 

Violet joyous for a day, 
Bloom unconscious for the ages. 

Waft their perfume for alway; 
Captains and their hosts in armor 

Shining with the light of faith, 
Brave, unselfish lives they offer, 

Dying that the right may live; 
Toilers at the stubborn fortress, — 

Baffling heights where science hides,- 
Silent battles fought in secret, 

Victory won by single hand; 
Giant boulders burst asunder, 

Pure the crystal lies revealed, 
One more costly jewel added 

To the diadem of truth. 



[ 31 ] 

Deeper delving, higher climbing, 

More revealed and clearer sight, 
Man with added knowledge marching 

Towards the goal which fades from view 
In the mists which veil life's secrets, 

In the sunset's gorgeous hues. 
Where the pathway leads in splendor 

To the citadel of light, 
Whence man's heavenly given power 

Shall so wisely rule mankind, 
Peace of heaven on earth descended 

Through the miracle of Mind. 



V 

ART 

Light of the summer sun, 

Breath of the wandering breeze, 
Rain of the vaporous sky. 

Earth's beauties multiply 
In nature's perfect plan. 

Born of the ardent mind, 
Imagination, — fruitful child, — 

Striving for utterance. 
Raises the works of man 

Into the lofty realm where beauty dwells. 
Into the kingdom where 

Art sits enthroned. 
Virgin, high and fair and pure. 

At thy feet thy votaries 
Sit in all humility. 

Listening for thy sacred word. 
Listening for thy sacred note. 

Watching for thy sacred fire. 
Thine the magic wand to change 

High built dome to shrine of God; 
Thine the vital soaring flame 

Which instills cold sculptured clay 
With the living, breathing fire; 

Thine the tender touch which guides 
Stroke and brush of master hand; 

Thine the magic tongue which speaks 
In enduring words of men ; 

Thine the holy beat which throbs 
In the highest note of song. 



[ 34] 

Architecture Faced to the light 

The Temple Qf ^y^^ declining dav, 

of Jutio ^^ , . . , . 

at Girgenti Glowing With rosy tints,— 

Those first fair promises of sleep, — 
Set on commanding heights 

And born to proud command, 
Through twice twelve hundred years 

The pillared temple stands. 
Out of the East the builders came 

And on the shining shore 
Of the wide inland sea 

They pitched their camps, 
Then builded to the gods 

As they were wont to do on Attic shores 
Where beauty held its sway. 

Mighty the task 
By mighty minds inspired, 

And great was their content, 
For in their hearts they knew 

That what they did was good 
And pleasing to great Jove, 

To whom they made 
The living sacrifice of beeves 

And full libations poured of ruddy wine. 



[ 35] 

On nestling slopes and pleasant plain 

The teeming city life 
Was born and grew, 

And waxed and waned in power, 
And throbbed 

With love, and hate, and wealth, and pride. 
Then from the North 

And from the South 
Came warring hordes 

And stilled the urban heart; 
And in their lust 

They smote and killed, 
And left nor town nor man. 

But through the softening years 
The kindly hand of nature 

Laid a pall of flowers wild. 
And grasses of the field 

Upon the land, 
And to the fertile soil 

The nestling slopes and plain 
Once more returned. 



[ 36 ] 

Against the temple high, — 

In impotence and fear, — 
The leveling blow was stayed ; 

Nor heavy hand of time. 
Nor wanton war, nor covetous man. 

Nor surging winter blast, 
Have ruin wrought complete; 

In majesty and grace to the admiring day 
The roofless columns rise. 

In mystic splendor to the moon, 
The phantom of the past 

Raises its broken shafts. 
While the confiding wind 

Whispers the tale through centuries toldj 
And every listening ear hears. 

And all men understand; 
While far below. 

Beneath the selfsame stars, 
The silver sea the triremes rode 

Sounds on the selfsame shore. 



[ 37 ] 



Sculpture 
Michael 
Arigeld' s 
Greek 
Slave 



Through untold years a slave 

By thought set free ; 
To stand again a slave, — • 

The dead stone vibrant, throbbing. 
Impotent against the encircling bands; 

What man art thou ! 
An image merely, made of stone! 

A faithful counterfeit of living flesh! 
Enduring copy of a transient life, 

Limb like to limb, 
And every feature 

But the duplicate of an external man, 
So deftly done 

The one who sees 
Is lost in wonder 

At the external likeness! 
Or, in thee shall we see, — 

Closing the visual eye 
And letting fancy free 

To revel in the halls of our imaginings, — 
The soul of man 

In eagerness and all in vain 
In combat to be free; 

Unending strife to 'scape the encumbering clay. 
The secret learn. 

And in the perfect peace of perfect knowledge 
Strong and assured 

To rest content. 



[ 38 ] 

Or spirit of the good 
Entangled in the mesh of all the evil nets 

Set for unwary man; — 
The strife perpetual 

Which is the cost of righteous living; 
Or what thy hidden tale! 

A mean, bound slave art thou! 
Then whence thy subtle power 

To set men free, 
To loose them from themselves, 

To summon from their minds 
Their unused consciousness of higher things, 

To light appreciation's lamp 
Upon the altar of dulled senses. 

So that joy to beauty wed 
Steeps men in self-forgetfulness. 

Enthralls and glorifies their lives 
For one brief hour 

In beauty's realm in thee create! 



[ 39 ] 

The master set thee free 



Thy moulded form, 

Conceived in genius' brain, 
Sprang from the rough hewn block 

'Neath his unerring hand 
Into thy quivering shape; 

He breathed the potent spell upon thy brow. 
And his the subtle power which dwells in thee, 

Which lets thee laugh at death 
From thy high vantage ground 

Of art immortal; 
And in thy presence makes men stand 

In reverence and awe, 
As stood the Greeks 

In Attic days 
Before the marble forms 

Of living gods. 



[40] 

Painting Through sunlit woods where dryads dwell, 
Botticelli's Beneath the blossoming trees 

spring ,, , 1 • 1 1 

Where gentle birds to gentle mates 

In tender song 
Their loving hearts pour forth; 

Where Pan unto the woods 
Enchanted music makes, 

Until all living things and earth and air 
With happy chorus ring; 

Where naiads live in sparkling, laughing streams ; 
Where placid pools reflect the summer clouds, 

The flight of silent wings. 
And quivering leaves and swaying boughs; 

Where graceful ferns 
'Neath tall stemmed lilies droop, 

And daffodil and violet, like bright hued gems, 
Earth's vivid green 

Of crowded moss and new grown grass 
Are patterned o'er; 

Where all the hosts of fairy folk 
Play in the glistening dew; 

And where, — at intervals, — there reigns 
A stillness so intense. 

The sympathetic ear is filled 
With that vast hymn of myriad sounds 

Pervading earth and air, — 
The blasts of all Earth's heralds 

Blended in glorious melody, — 
The splendid note that nature strikes, 

Proclaiming — 
Spring is come! 



[ 41 ] 

See where she stands! 

Nor stands, but forward bends, so quietly 
The eye of man no movement notes; 

With flowers bedecked ; — from bounteous ston 
She strews the earth, — 

A maiden fair, smiling and tender; 
Forces irresistible, in gentleness concealed, 

Earth's fruitfulness portend; 
Her sisters gone before, she heeds them not, — 

The breath of icy March, 
Nor April of uncertain mien, — 

'Tis lovely May, a smile upon her lips. 
And all the wealth of summer in her eyes ; 

Potent and powerful, gladly expectant. 
Her destiny unfulfilled, 

The maiden mother, calm and serene, 
The parent of the yielding year. 



Attend upon her now, ye summer days, 
She gave thee birth, and light, and life; 

Ye sisters three, in circling rythm 
Tread out the langorous days 

Of summer suns and vaporous skies ; 
'Neath starlit nights pursue your way 

Through dewy grass and ripening fields, — 
The winged messenger of love attends your steps, 

And guards the birth, and light, and life of untold 
years; 
Attend upon her now, ye autumn days, — 

The end attained, the maid matured, — 
Pluck from the laden boughs the ripened fruit, 

And each shall be 
The promise of another spring, — 

The lovely, blushing bride 
Of all the year. 



[43 ] 

Thus man, 

His aspiration soaring in the heights of thought, 
To find expression other than in words. 

In deep sincerity has wrought; 
Has builded monuments of use. 

Added thereto all things of loveliness, 
Cut from reluctant stone fair sculptured forms 

Instinct with life and power, — 
Products of minds trained in the school 

Where beauty is the theme of all endeavor; 
With brush and pigment reproduced 

For man's delight 
The passing scenes of life. 

The face of those beloved. 
And those ideal themes 

Born and alive in brains imaginative, 
To stimulate the one who sees. 

To answer in responsive mood 
The problems genius offers to his mind. 



[ 44 ] 

While in man's speech, and in his written word, 

There dwells such marvelous power, 
Such strength to sway whole empires. 

To stir men's souls, 
To bend them to the right. 

To make them smile and weep. 
And hate, and love, and pray. 

That all the assembled hosts 
Of glittering arms the world has ever seen, 

In influence and potency. 
To pygmies shrink 

Before Christ's single word. 



[45 ] 

Play on, ye tuneful pipes, 

Add your deep harmony 
To the inspired melody 

Which music lends 
To beautify our lives. 

There comes a time when mere words fail ; 
Emotions, like the flush of morn, 

Elusive, swift, intangible. 
The love light in the lover's eyes, 

The heart with speechless sorrow rent. 
The formless prayer where aid is none, 

Thy province are. 
Play on, ye pipes! 

Play martial airs, play hymns of praise! 
They hear, the soldiers of the Cross, 

Play love, and joy, and peace 
To all mankind. 



VI 
IMMORTALITY 

In all, through all, which way we turn, — 

Part seen and understood, and part not fathomed, 
In us the fault may lie; — 

Great stretches far beyond our ken. 
Where, groping darkly, 

Rises a cry of joy in minds surrendered. 
Rises a cry for aid in minds dumfounded; 

Ever the tongue of man 
Framing a word 

Born of his heart's desire, 
Stay of his wavering sense, — 

Love! Christ! God! 
Humbly we name it. 

Deep in our heart of hearts 
Humbly receive it. 



[48 ] 

Whence come and whither bound 

Denied us, 
There is that within us tells the story; — 

Far above the human life 
A glory 

Filled with wisdom infinite 
Frames a plan majestic, 

Sets the stars in Heaven, 
Keeps them in their courses. 

Wills the human sacrifice, — 
Earth's poor contribution to the building 

Of the consummation forged on high. 
Seek ye the proofs? 

Look to the beauty of the summer night, 
See but the beauty of all living things. 

Search in the beauty nature spreads. 
Lavish handed, over land and sea, 

Contemplate the beauty of the mind. 
The lives of those who follow Christ among mankind. 



[49] 

Past usefulness, 
Silently they fade away, — 

The violet's petals, human heart beats, 
The great white moon, — the phantom of a world. 

But in the ash of every sacrifice 
There hidden lies 

A grain of gold 
Purified for the end inscrutable. 



[ 50] 

Great heart beat of the eternal power, 
What tiny drop of our poor blood 

Can mingle in the mighty flow 
Of life immortal! 

Perchance an answer came 
That Beauty is the name 

Which holds the test; 
If to the sum of things 

The human being brings 
Aught that can stand the rays 

Of that keen, searching light. 
Aught that retains a purity entire, 

Such surely cannot die. 
But to the heart eternal 

Must rendered be. 
That all unworthiness, that all unloveliness. 

Through charity divine 
Is lost in dreamless death. 

Should that cause fear! 
More dread in this, — 

That all man's ugliness, 
In that immortal beauty 

Which is God 
Should mirrored be. 



[ 51 ] 

Ah, Love, give unto me thy hand, 

Turn towards me thy strong gaze. 
That I may read v^ithin those eyes 

The truth that therein lies, — 
I cannot doubt, 

No beauty dies! 
Thy hand in mine. 

Dear friend; 
Courage! 

The failures were of yesterday, 
Again the sun 

Shall rise. 




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